How time does fly when you move half way across the globe. Long months spent waiting for visas, finding a job, rebuilding a home, learning the fine art of negotiating round-a-bouts and settling into my new wellies. My family and I are 100% committed to life on 'Mud Island'. Mushy peas, bangers and mash, crumbles, Yorkshire pudding, pubs, rain, mud, more rain and a bit of brass monkey weather is now our life.
A big change from Africa. And I would be lying if I told you I didn't miss it. I do. The smell of the rain on a dusty road, the sounds of approaching thunder, the sound of Christmas beetles and the hot African sun turning my pale skin from lilly white to fire engine red. But I can tell you that we don't regret the decision to move to the United Kingdom.
My blog has always meandered down the hazy childhood memory lane of life in Zimbabwe and growing up on an African farm. I may be thousands of miles away, but Africa is in my blood. I will always be African.
My Mama's recipe book is in cargo, docked at Southampton. I so need the inspiration of my Mama's handwritten notes urging me to feed my soul as much as fill my family's bellies with something yum.
I can't wait to start sharing and reminiscing and I guess... there will be some new adventures along the way.
Hope you come back soon for a visit...don't know 'bout you, but I'm desperately seeking something yum!
xxx
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